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Main Sim - Ark Angel Bridge - Senior Staff Called

Posted May 6, 2020, 4:24 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Arthur Jones, Son of Ruk (Chief Security Officer) (Katy Darrah)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Tenzing Trainor (Chief Operations Officer) in Main Sim - Ark Angel Bridge - Senior Staff Called

Posted by Lieutenant Simon Starr (Executive Officer) in Main Sim - Ark Angel Bridge - Senior Staff Called

Posted by Lieutenant Simon Starr (Executive Officer) in Main Sim - Ark Angel Bridge - Senior Staff Called
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It was a few days after the Ark Angel had returned the Browns Town survivors to their new lives in the late 24th century to Starbase 243. The Ark Angel was currently in dock enjoying some R&R the past few days when it was suddenly cut short by a ship wide comm call from their Captain =/\= Attention all hands prepare for ship departure in 30 minutes. All senior staff report to the briefing room in 5 minutes for an urgent mission briefing. =/\= Drudoc’s voice said.

GM CockRoach

Most of the crew were on Starbase 243, but Simon was on the skeleton crew left behind. He had got his time to send a message to his mother. There were reports that his brother had started doing mercenary work. This was the first piece of news any of them had for five years about his brother. And he didn’t know how his parents were going to take it. He looked at the PaDD with the report of pirates operating nearby, and saw a name he wasn’t happy to see. He sent the list with all but one of the names removed or redacted. It was a clear enough message, and he would need to talk to them about it. He just didn’t know what words to use at the moment.

When Drudoc’s voice interupted his thoughts for a moment, he made his way to the briefing room, bein the first to arrive. He made sure the room was ready for the rest of the senior staff and placed some PaDDs for notetaking and replicated some pens and paper for those that preferred the more traditional methods. He then took a seat in his usual spot and awaited the arrival of the rest of the senior staff.

Lieutenant Simon Starr, XO
OOC: Oops - been a while since I forgot to sign off…
Ben

“I want you to observe NLt Cummings at Ops, Truhart,” Trainor told the Cadet as they stepped onto the Bridge. “I know you’re supposed to spend your senior cruise at the Helm, but you’ll find that being cross-trained in operations and astrology, and maybe even engineering will do you justice if you ever want to sit in the center chair one day.”

“I understand, Commander.” Cadet Truhart stated as the pair made their way over to the Operations Station. “Looks like I’ll be watching you,” Jensen said to the NLieutenant at the station.

”…more like observing..” Tenzing shot back. Lieutenant Commander Trainor gestured for the Cadet to get closer to the station so he could observe the diagnostic on the eps relay systems. “I’ll be in the Conference Room, and will be back out to check on things when it’s over.” The Operations Chief explained before heading off to join the Senior Staff meeting.

“Starr, I don’t think I had the time to congratulate you,” Trainor said as he entered the conference room. The young officer quickly took a seat and turned back to the XO. “Have you met Cadet Truhart yet?” Tenzing asked. “I sure haven’t met anyone so hungry for knowledge but yet so cocky…” The Operations Officer shrugged and picked up a PaDD from the table. “I’m just surprised they didn’t get rid of senior cruises after the Einstein disappeared..”

Trainor
Operations

Arthur was in the middle of fixing–or rather stabbing–an annoying pest in a holodeck training simulation when the call for departure came in. “This isn’t over, O’kar.” He growled at the dark skinned Klingon he had pinned down with his Bat’leth. “End program and save.” He said to the computer as the grid pattern returned on the holodeck.

He swung by his quarters, changing into his uniform, and hanging his Bat’leth back on the wall, before running to the lift. He arrived right at the five minute mark, managing to get to his seat without drawing too much attention to himself. “Sorry I’m late, sir.”

Arthur Jones, son of Ruk


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